Sunday, February 7, 2010

Open the Door

Time: 3pm, Sunday afternoonLocation: The kitchen tableScenario: Caleb has had the following for snack: a piece of Aunt Nell's fig cake, two packages of fruit snacks (minus the red ones Momma ate befor giving them to him), a box of raisins and 10 marshmallows. He'd never had marshmallows before but I was having a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows and gave some to him to see what he though. He LOVED them.

The following conversation took place:

Caleb: More, more, more.Me: Nope. That's enough for snack. Dinner is in 3.5 hours. I'm pretty sure you can make it until then.Caleb: More mashmelo mama.Me: No.Caleb: OPEN THE DOOR! (and melodramatically gesticulates to the pantry).Me: No dude. All done.Caleb: (Wailing, whining, gnashing of baby teeth).Me: (waits patiently for the tantrum to subside).Caleb: Please mama?